Darwinia

I won't put my ignorance on an altar and call it God. It feels like idolatry, like the worst kind of idolatry.

Guilford thought he knew what science was. It was nothing more than curiosity … tempered by humility, disciplined with patience. Science

Finch refused to discuss these ideas and didn't brook criticism from his colleagues, much less from a mere photographer. What must it be like, Guilford wondered, to have such a baroque architecture crammed inside one's skull? Such a strange cathedral, so well buttressed, so well defended?

Superstition...is what we call the miracles we don't approve of.

[N]ot my name, my secret idea of myself.